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I reach one arm out to grab the soft throw from the end of the sofa. I drop it over the top of us, tucking it in around her. She doesn’t stir. Her breath is low telling me she’s already fallen asleep.
***
A few hours later, I’m woken by a gentle stroking on my torso. It takes another minute to realize I’m not dreaming. This is really happening. I’m lying on the sofa, the woman in my arms is Allie, and even better, it’s her hand drawing slow circles on my chest. My cock strains painfully against the zipper of the jeans I’m still wearing. A good decision in hindsight because a thinner barrier wouldn’t be able to hold me back from doing a whole lot more than rubbing myself against her.
The circles stop and one button on my shirt is undone, then another. It’s a fucking sexy move and my willpower is crumbling by the second. I hold still, waiting to see what she’s going to do next. It’s not a long wait. The tip of her nail slips through the gap to explore my bare skin underneath. The lightest touch that still manages to send arrows of fire directly to my cock. The desire to have her stretches my earlier good intentions to breaking point.
Her name slips out on a groan and my eyes pop open. “I’m not a horny teenage boy anymore but if you keep doing that …”
Her hand stills briefly. “I couldn’t sleep,” she whispers, like it’s a perfectly reasonable explanation for her seductive moves. She lifts her head and shoulders, then stretches along my side, pulling me in for a kiss. I kiss her back.
This time, our lips aren’t going on a slow voyage of discovery like before. Instead, the kiss is hard, needy, and demanding. It’s filled with a want that I’m unable to resist. She takes me down with her in a frenzy of nips and sucks on my bottom lip.
Her mouth parts slightly, giving me entrance, and our tongues duel for control. The touch is an explosion on my taste buds. I’m trying to let her set the pace, but I’m drowning in her bruising kisses. It feels like I’m losing control and I can’t afford to give that up.
Taking her by the hips, I flip us, so I’m now more on top of her. Thank God I went for the supersized sofa, or we’d be on the floor on our asses.
“Hey, what are you doing?” she complains, slapping ineffectively against my chest. “I wanted to be on top.”
“Sunshine, if you want me to help you sleep, you need to give me control.”
She seems to think on that for all of a second. “Okay, consider me a silent, submissive then.”
“Hmmm … like that will ever be the case,” I mumble into the crook of her neck, and when she tilts her head to the side giving me better access, I trail kisses along the column of soft delicate skin.
She wriggles beneath me, and her dress that was already riding high up her thighs is now gathered around her waist. More smooth flesh is available for my hand to inch up. I know it’s dangerous exploring if I don’t want us to end up fucking like porn stars, but I’ve been caught in a weak moment. Her soft moans encourage me to reach higher. Goose bumps pebble her skin, and she arches up so our bodies are flush against each other.
I want to hold her tits, cup my hand around the soft mounds pressing against my chest. Allie reaches between us, and I worry that if she goes for my cock, my restraint which is hanging by a thread will break.
She doesn’t. Instead, she tugs her stretchy knit dress up and over her head.
Fuck! The Times Square billboard of Allie in sexy red lingerie has come to life in my arms. I wish the dim lighting filtering through the windows was brighter because from what I can see, she’s a goddess.
I choke out, “That was not the move of a submissive.”
“Do you want me to put it back on, Sir?” she says with what sounds like a smile in her voice.
I groan out, “No.” Really, who in their right mind would ask her to cover back up?
My imagination had not done this moment justice. She’s gorgeous lying beneath me, with lush breasts overflowing the lacy cups that cradle them, her smooth flat tummy beneath, and then another tiny scrap of deep red lace covering her pussy. She’s like a beautifully wrapped early Christmas present.
I move greedily to slip my hand beneath the sheer fabric that barely covers one of her breasts, gently massaging the fullness, squeezing, then tracing a thumb around the rosy peak. Allie reaches up to release a clasp that nestles in the cleavage of her tits, and they spill out into my waiting hand. I like this sexy little bra even more now.
Unable to resist, I bend my head to lick one peak, then blow my warm breath across her rosy areola before flicking my tongue across the other.
A soft moan escapes her lips. “I like you doing that … Sir.”
A pained growl rumbles up from my chest. “Will you quit with the Sir business before I explode in my jeans? And I haven’t done that since I was in high school.”
She laughs and her glorious tits jiggle with the movement. “Now that’s a story I’d like to hear.”
I bet she would, but I’m not about to tell her that it was the night I caught her skinny-dipping. I plan on taking that embarrassing moment to the grave. Allie’s naked body back then had the power to undo me, and it appears it still does.
My shaft throbs where it nestles between her thighs and again, I return to feast on her tits. Nuzzling them, then capturing one pebbled tip in my mouth. My thumb and forefinger twist her other nipple and draw out another breathy moan from her lips. Allie releases a sigh full of desire with an edge of need.
I smile. “You like that, Sunshine?” I ask, my voice rough with passion.
“Mmm,” she murmurs, moving seductively beneath me. I could stay here all night teasing these sexy sounds from her lips, but there are more pleasures to discover. With a final swipe of my tongue across one pert nipple and a bruising suck on the other, I move lower. She’ll wear my mark tomorrow.
